Count 7

...Little wet tears on your baby's shoulder.

I'm warm and it feels nice. This soft black dress coat with silk lining. Very warm. But it is he cold?

I'm resting, on my mother's lap, his shoulder, same difference.

I want all my troubles to go away, sink into the dark abyss as I sit on this lilypad.

Highly unlikely.

It's dark, it's late, but I can hear the music in the distance.

The moon is almost full, mockingly. Almost like, "You're almost there, except for the part that you're not. Ha." Tomorrow it will probably be full, if we ever get there.

Honestly, I want to stay here forever. Even if it's impossible, even if it's with the person I hate/love, I'm going to pretend that I can. Just to see what happens.

I can hear him breathing. I think he might be asleep but I'm not sure, I don't want to look up I'm comfortable here. This tree that we're leaning against is starting to creep me out as the night deepens. Actually the whole forest is, maybe we should go somewhere else...

...I don't want to though.

I mean, I don't know what I mean, I'm confused. In good way confused though.

"Talk." Sempai sounds as casual as ever, although he shows a bit of concern; I highly doubt he sees me for more than I am. It gives me a pang of guilt for some reason.

"What should I talk about?" I mumble more than say.

"I don't know, insult me or something, you're freaking me out."

"Why?"

"Because... I don't know... you're not insulting me or being all sarcastic like usual."

"Are you a masocist?" My voice cracks but it's okay because he laughs anyway.

Not his usual cruel twisted laugh, the same one from the zoo, natural.

I smile. Then swear to myself hoping that he wasn't watching. I mean just because I've admitted that I like him, doesn't mean I'm going to start being soft.

"Maybe... a little."

It takes me some time for me to realize that he was answering my question.

"I would have never guessed." I say sarcastically.

"You're one to talk, you're emo." He teases.

"That again..." I roll my eyes. "I'm not emo."

"Of course you're not."

I'm beginning to feel better. I take it all in with one big inhale of air, breathing out slowly as I come to my senses.

I sit up quickly (and a little too quickly I may add).

f(x) = Myheadrestingonhisshoulder + laughing + darkforest + brightclearnight + talkingaboutourfeelings = we're flirting

f'(x) = what am I doing?

"What's wrong?" Sempai sits up as well, eying me suspiciously.

"N-nothing." I stutter. Damn it.

"Are you cold? Want to go back?"

No.

"Sure..." I say feeling unusually awkward. I'm sure it's just me, so I feel more embarrassed.

He stands up and reaches his hand out courteously.

"...but not to the party." I finish, taking his hand.

"Where to then?" He grins, waiting for my reply.

"I dunno, where there's no people around... like Zane. Especially Zane."

He laughs again, I'm not sure if at me or at the Zane thing, but it doesn't matter.

"Okay then," He leads the way, I don't know where to, I follow anyway.

We take the long way, around the castle, completely avoiding the gardens. The bitter wind brushing my cheeks, making my hair a mess. We make it to the kitchen entrance around back, but it's locked. Sempai opens it easily with one of his knifes.

It's dark, this is our smaller kitchen so it mostly goes unused, I feel weird remembering. I reach for the lights, but Sempai's hand catches my wrist.

"Don't." He whispers, pulling me along.

Across the small kitchen he opens what seems to be a closet door. But it's not, it's an old wooden staircase. I follow him as we climb up to the attic. It is there where he turns on the lights.

I feeling of nostalgia almost sweeps me off my feet. I remember coming here a lot as a child. It hasn't changed a bit either. No creepy cobwebs, no dust. White walls, some random furniture, boxes, a couch. I search sempai, looking for an explanation.

"I was bored so I went exploring, thought this place was kind of neat." He answers running his hand through his hair. "No one really comes up here."

"I remember." I nod, looking around more, there's something missing, but I can't remember what.

I spot the colorful blanket across the cluttered room, the same turquoise and blue pattern from when I was little. I admit, a feeling of excitement rushes in, if only sempai weren't here... kidding, him I secretly thank for bringing me here. I briskly make my way over, taking the blanket revealing what stood underneath.

A piano.

A vintage Emerson upright.

Slowly, I run my hand across the chocolate colored wood. It feels so familiar... and I'm still working the connection with it when sempai opens the cover and starts hitting the high c rapidly and annoyingly. Way to kill the moment.

"Stop that." I say taking his hand, he's startled I can tell, which is weird because I startled myself as well.

"Then play something." He says after a second.

"I don't think I can." I answer beginning to hit random keys, it's tuned surprisingly.

He resumes to stroke the high c.

"Okay! I'll try geeze..." I roll my eyes and he snickers. "You're like a child..."

He pulls the bench out from under and sits on the right end. I sit down beside him.

I stare at the keys for a moment... uuuuhhhh...

I set my fingers on the keys in a familiar pattern, then I inhale deep, exhale, and then I begin.

Eeek.

I stop. That wasn't right. I glance at sempai and he's grinning like an idiot. I roll my eyes and go for another song.

I begin again.

At first it's kind of jumbled, but then I start to get the feeling back. It's nothing great, but it has some soul in it. I finish, looking over at sempai again.

"That was nice." He says casually while nodding. "What's it called?"

I search my memory. "The Heart Asks Pleasure First."

"Fitting." He raises and eyebrow (I think).

"Yeah my mom thought so too, I never really did." I continue to poke keys.

I hear him sigh, so I glance over, he's giving me a look. Like he's frustrated with me, or something.

"What?" I snap.

"You're an idiot."

"How?"

"You're playing dumb."

...

"So what if I am?"

A dark shadow looms over his face, for a second I think he's gonna slap me.

Instead he gets uncomfortably close.

"You're stalling." He whispers getting closer.

"I know." I mostly mouth, I've seemed to misplaced my voice.

I don't think he cares though, and I find myself staring at his lips when he says, "Then stop."

Okay so when people kiss in movies they close their eyes yes? I couldn't bring myself to do it. His skin looked so soft, I wanted to touch it. Instead he's touching me, I don't mind. And I know that I'm a hypocrite for saying this too. I wonder if he's closing his eyes...

"What?" He asks breaking our kiss.

"What?" I look up at him.

"What are you staring at?" He's bothered, I can tell he's kind of flushed.

"You why? Is that a problem?"

He stares at me blankly for a second, then smirks. "No."

He continues to kiss me, his kisses trailing down to my collarbone. Then he stops again.

"What?" I say this time.

"You're horrible at this." He grins.

"What?" I feel my skin heating up. I'm embarrassed again, great.

"I feel like I'm kissing a stick or a tree."

"Well-well-whatever!" I turn away hoping that will take away from how ridiculous I feel right now.

He laughs his signature laugh, I glare at his toothy grin.

"It's okay I don't mind." He says.

"I do." I say feeling even more insulted.

"Common," He takes my face in his hand, "I was joking, you're much better then a stick or a tree."

I close my eyes this time, but open them to glare at him when he pauses to add:

"You're a frog."

Fin.

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